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Breaking Dawn

Bella

Book 2

Nudger

Edward cradled me in his strong stone arms. The cool breeze whisked by calming my heated face. But neither of these facts I could pay attention to. There was only one thing on my mind-my nudger.

The bump was small. If you looked closely you would just think I was bloated. However, I knew my baby was real even if no one else did. Edward's earlier words rang into my ear.

"We're going to get that thing out of you before it can hurt any part of you."

He called my sweet little nudger a thing.

I wanted bury my face and cry in frustration. This baby was a symbol of Edwards and my love for each other. I loved it the instant I knew it existed. But he wanted to kill it.

Abortion.

I had no real opinion on the topic. But now I seemed to want to defend the mothers who wanted their baby's to live. At least, I wanted mine to.

I didn't care if this baby would kill me. One, I knew venom would save me.

Two, I knew, undoubtedly, that I would willingly die for this baby. It was just like saying I would willingly die for Edward — which, I would.

Edwards cool lips pressed against my forehead bringing me out of my thoughts. I looked around momentarily confused. It took a moment before I realized I must have been so distracted I hadn't noticed the boat ride back to the port.

Edward scooped me up after handing the luggage to the taxi driver. I felt my stomach heave as the motion of the boat moving subsided. Edward steadied me gently.

"Careful, love." he rubbed my arm.

That was more affection then I would probably see in the next year after Edward found out what I did. I had called Rosalie and she assured me Edward would not touch the baby if I didn't allow him. I knew her willingness to be a mother herself would tend to work in my favor.

I smiled sheepishly at Edward as he helped me in the taxi careful not to move me too much. If he only knew I had planned on keeping the baby he'd seal me up in a bubble wrap prison.

I sighed as Edward let me get comfy against his cool body. I was already exhausted from the morning sickness. He wrapped his cool arms around my body and I drifted off to sleep.

It seemed moments later that the taxi lurched to a stop. I blinked and rubbed the sleep from my eyes. Edward didn't pay any attention to me as he got out of the taxi and handed the driver foreign money before taking both our bags in his hands.

I slipped out of the seat and felt a small flutter in the pit of my stomach. My nudger. I smiled before Edward turned around looking worried. I quickened my pace, realizing I had stopped moving.

The airport was a buzz of energy. People were rushing back and forth. Edward didn't seem to be effected by the current environment even though I knew mentally he probably was already a mess.

Neither of us talked while Edward received the tickets and handed over our luggage. Our plane was just boarding. Thankfully, Edward and I had no chance for a discussion of any sort.

Part of me was worried about him. He moved a little quicker then I was able to and his face was blank—almost lifeless. I wanted to talk to him but then again part of me didn't want to. I was a terrible liar. Edward would find out of my plans and stop me.

Despite my undying love for Edward, this baby was a reminder of the simple truth—he loved me. This baby would be the only living truth of that if something were to happen to me. Couldn't Edward see that?

This was our baby — my little Edward.

I never originally planned on being a mother. But it was until now that I could really picture myself as one. I could see myself making pbj's for my adorable Edward as he ran off to catch his bus to school. I could see his adorable small-toothed grin as his big green eyes told me he loved me.

Suddenly, I realized I wanted that. I must have been in thought too long again, because my stomach gave a loud growl reminding me that I had yet to eat anything.

I looked over as Edward leaned down withdrawing a small bag of pretzels I had asked him to pack. I took the bag and placed it in my lap. After about three pretzels I realized it tasted off—it needed something.

"Hey Edward," I whispered.

Edwards head snapped up from a magazine he had brought as a prop. I laughed, mentally of course.

Awkwardly I asked, "Can I have a lemon?"

Edward looked at me funny for a moment before he reached above him pressing a small blue button. A light dinged in response and I saw a small petite blonde waitress appear.

"Well hi sugar you need anything?" she answered in a southern drawl.

I smiled. "Can I have a lemon?"

"Why sure thing sweet pea." she handed me a half a lemon along with a few napkins and a small cup of water.

I thanked her and after she left I took the pretzel and stabbed in to the lemon before popping it into my mouth. The salty sour tang filled my craving.

It was until I had started eating my third pretzel that I noticed Edward was watching me with a slightly confused look on his face.

"I heard about cravings but, Bella seriously-lemons and pretzels?"

I smiled laughing at myself since I knew he would find nothing about this humorous.

"Don't knock it till you try it." I mumbled weakly explaining myself.

He made a squeamish face at the lemon covered pretzel I held up to him and looked back at the magazine, pretending like he was more interested in that then in me.

It wasn't long before the nausea hit. I scrambled for the bathroom nearly tripping flat on my face. I hurriedly locked myself in the tiny bathroom and became sick.

After I had thoroughly rinsed out my mouth and whipped off my face, I headed back for my seat.

The stewardess from earlier eyed me pitifully as I surfaced from the bathroom.

"Apples helped me when I had my little boy," she murmured. "Green apples and seltzer."

I smiled weakly at her, shifting awkwardly. "Um, thanks. It just started and we're heading home."

"No problem sweet pea. You need anything just ring," she winked at me and I turned on my heel heading back for my seat.

Edward eye's bored into my head as I walked back down the isle to my seat. It was stupid, but it sort of felt like it was our wedding all over again. Just like our wedding Edward's eyes only looked at me, they only saw me. I smiled as I neared our seats just when I was about to sit, I felt another flutter in my stomach. I froze in mid-squat.

Edward gasped and his eyes widened in fear as if I were dying. I could already see the fresh panic fill his facial features as I continued frozen in mid-air. Part of me wanted, desperately, to reassure him that I was fine. Yet, another part of me wanted to marvel in the feeling.

Finally, when I felt the sensation fall, I sat. My legs ached and I realized I had probably been half-standing half-sitting for a while. Edward's eyes were fixated forward and I saw his tendons in his hand bulge out from the granite-like skin. Felling a small pang of guilt I stretched my hand out and rubbed it along his carefully.

I heard Edward take in a deep breath and I felt him relax against my touch.

"I'm fine," I murmured reassuringly.

After Edward was calm enough I looked out the tiny window. White tuffs of clouds cleared and I saw a brilliant sun set lingering in view. The sky looked magnificent, almost like a painting. The sky held a mixture of shaded of red and orange. Both swirled and mixed together in perfect harmony.

I felt another pang of guilt when I remembered this was what I always wanted for Jacob and Edward. Neither of them fought over the sun, both just hugged it peacefully accepting it for who it was.

I shook my head, clearing the thoughts and fixed my eyes back out, trying defectively, to forget Jacob Black—my ex-best werewolf friend.

I felt yet another flutter in my stomach. I knew the bump was probably very minimal in size but I couldn't help the over powering urge I felt to feel the flutter externally too.

Eagerly, I placed my hand against the small bump forming on my stomach. I felt a flutter in my stomach but this time I felt it on my hand too. My jaw dropped and I could feel hot tears welling up in my eyes.

I felt cold hands on my face not a second after I felt the hot tears.

"Bella are you okay? Are you hurt? Is something"— Edward began a stream of hurried anxious questions.

I cut him off, "—I'm…" marvelous, ecstatic, awed, shell-shocked, giddy, amazed "Fine." I finally spit out.

Edward obviously, refused to believe me. I rolled my eyes at the Edward type move and part of me was thankful he hadn't exactly turned into a self-loathing monster…at least—not yet.

He placed both of his cold hard hands on my face and examined my eyes checking for any sign of danger or pain. I sighed and relaxed against his soothing cool touch. His golden eyes started into mine intently and I felt a familiar electricity shoot through my veins. I blushed and grabbed one of Edward's hands that lay on my cheek. Remembering what I wanted him to feel too I tugged on his hand and lowered it to my stomach.

His hand stopped mid-reach and I looked over at him in confusion. To be honest I was a little hurt by his rejection. Did he not want to see that I wanted him to know this being too? Even if he believed it was a monster, would he never want to hold our baby in his arms? Would he never want to love it like I did?

Edward sighed and I felt tears well up in my eyes. I was being over dramatic but I knew part of it was the hormones and part of me really was hurt.

"Bella, love, what is wrong?" Edward velvet voice sang.

I shook my head and dropped his hand from my grip. Edward's strong hand pulled my face up to meet his gaze and his thumb brushed the tears off my face.

"What were you trying to show me love?" Edwards's voice was low enough so that only I could hear.

"Never mind," I murmured nonchalantly, "It doesn't matter."
He frowned, "Please show me," he whispered into my ear, his cool breath tickled my ear.

I sighed and took his hand and placed it over the small bump on my stomach. We both waited in silence for a few minuets before I felt a small flutter.

Edward gasped and tore his hand away from my stomach. His face was angled away from mine but I could still see his jaw muscles clenched tightly.

It was official. My worst fear had been confirmed. Edward didn't want our child.

Author's Note: (: hope you liked it. Review!